Scent

Subtle aroma
Intoxicates all senses
Disarmes defences.

Past the Point of No Return

Farewell, My Antipodal Friend,
Ten Thousand Miles, Five years between us now.

Past the point of no return.

No snatched moment of contact can compare to
Fire of flesh. Tumultuousness of touch. Scorch of scent.
Our illicit union now only in memory.
Parks at dawn, Stolen kisses marked with the aroma of the
Eucalypt.
Sultry afternoons at the riverbank, amongst the tangle of the
Mangroves.
Passionate city nights, wine flowing, chaperoned by Elvis.

All now a lifetime away.
Our hearts have grown – New life, New love,
The two of us moved – forwards, apart.
Past the point of no return